Percy Jackson

I do not own any part of the Percy Jackson novels by Rick Riordan and the following sequence is entirely imaginary.

Sorry everyone – I promise I never meant to leave you all hanging for so long! Hope you all had a great christmas

Camp Chores

Annabeth's POV

Let's be clear about one thing – Annabeth Chase does not "sneak" for just anyone. I tiptoed across the basketball court, minus shoes, and glanced up quickly at the stars. I studied the constellations for a moment, before shaking my head and continuing on; a full moon hung heavy in the sky. My leggings and t-shirt clung tightly to my skin as I slid like a shadow between the cabins. I counted in my head, nibbling on my lip nervously.

I was on a quest... Of a kind. To recover stolen property – mine. I placed my hand silently on the door knob of Poseidon's cabin, now wishing I had thought to pray to him for entrance at dinner. Cautiously, I turned the knob; the door swung open soundlessly, on well oiled hinges. Perfect.

I tiptoed in – the air was cool and salty, as if an ocean breeze was continually blowing through. Strange, beautiful underwater light danced across the walls and ceilings, moving without uniform and without pattern. It made me smile, unconsciously. I crossed the room, having shut the door behind me quietly; any sound I made was muffled by the saltwater fountain. I saw Percy sleeping on his bunk, face down, head turned to one side against the pillow, dark hair messy and dishevelled. He looked cute.

But not cute enough to make me forgive him.

I spied a chest of drawers and scurried to it, yanking open the first drawer. I rifled through, not feeling guilty at all as I tossed out orange camp half-blood t-shirts and socks. I growled, frustrated, and moved on to the next drawer, this time pulling out jeans and trackies, throwing them on the floor. Nothing – the third drawer I slammed shut the second I opened it, deciding I'd rather not go through Percy's underwear.

I almost stamped my foot. Damn, damn and damn again. Where else was there to search?

Percy's POV

This was a delightful surprise. I watched from a position propped up on my elbows as Annabeth somewhat timidly ducked into my bathroom. I raised an eyebrow as I saw my girlfriend duck her head into the bathroom closet where I stored towels.

"Annabeth!" I called, grinning as I heard a very satisfying clunk which I assumed was her blonde head against the white painted wood. There was a pause. "Pray tell me, because I've just woken up and I'm still rather slow, why exactly you are in my cabin, and more particularly in my bathroom?"

Another long beat of silence. Annabeth's head remained in the cupboard. "Well..." The word was drawn out. "I was just..."

"Yes?" I prompted, infusing my voice with just enough arrogance to be infuriating.

Her head appeared. She looked torn between fuming anger and impossible embarrassment. I smiled kindly, taking pity on her and stood up, slinking off the blankets as I walked to her. I gently enveloped her in a hug, resting my chin on her head; I squeezed her.

"What's up?" I asked, planting a kiss into her curls.

"Nothing," she mumbled into my chest. She nuzzled her nose into my t-shirt. "Don't bother yourself." I felt her smile.

"Alright, whatever you say," I muttered.

She pulled away and looked up at me, grey eyes earnest and cheeky at the same time. "Are you busy?" she asked slyly, rubbing her hand across my chest. I shook my head, grinning cheekily.

"Me? Na. Too busy enjoying pleasant dreams," I replied, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. She smacked the palms of her hands on my chest, breaking out into a smile prettier than any other girl's.

"Give over, seaweed brain."

Annabeth's POV

Percy was unusually cute when he was woken in the middle of the night. Most people of my acquaintance were very grumpy from woken from these "nice" dreams Percy was joking about. I supposed my quest was over for the while; I was happy to give it up. I stretched up on the tips of my toes and kissed him passionately, running my tongue along his lips freely and giggling at his instant reaction.

I wrapped my arms around him, hoping to be lifted up by his strong arms. He was getting good at mind reading, as he picked me up as if I weighed nothing at all. He set me down gently on his bed, and we sat, lips entwined and body's pressed together. My hands drifted down his torso and boldly pulled up his t-shirt, tossing it over his head with a flourish. I smiled against his lips and ran my hand over the firm muscles of his chest. Ahh, what hundreds of hours of demi-god training does to a body. I sighed in delight.

I pulled Percy's hands downward, curling his fingers around the hem. He pulled away slightly, and I nodded breathlessly, rubbing out foreheads together with delicious friction. He pulled off my top and tossed it away, leaving his hands ghosting softly, ticklish, across my stomach and – almost nervously – up to my chest.

I gasped at the onslaught of sensation – I arched my back wantonly, whining as his hands stroked my breasts through my bra (although I was grateful that I'd worn one of my better ones) and thumbs grazed slowly over my nipples. His head had moved so he was breathing roughly in my ear; all of a sudden he bit my earlobe with his teeth, removing his hands and the pressure of his body from mine. He rolled away, pulling a blanket over his body and snuggling back into his pillow.

My jaw dropped and I was unsure whether I should be insulted or hurt. I just floundered for a minute then for two. In the end, I just shook my head and grumbled to myself, deciding, should I punish him, or please myself.

I sighed tiredly, grabbed my t-shirt, pulled it back on and lifted the blanket, snuggling into bed beside Percy. I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled into his hair, for once sure of a night of good dreams.